#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## Date: Thu, 5 Oct 1995 23:12:23 -0400 From: [email protected] (Christopher Doll, Esquire) Subject: TAB: by All of my postings were picked out by ear, so if you see of any mistakes, please mail me. I have posted them because I can't really agree with the previous postings. The Mott the Hoople version from 1972 was recorded in D major. Bowie's studio version from 1973 (now available on RarestOneBowie) is in between C and B major (I think), probably because of the playback speed. I'm not sure about available live recordings by either artists. The lyrics between the two studio versions vary slightly - Bowie's lyrics are used here; however, I chose to write the music in D major rather than get involved with the C major/B major deal. In D major: The first four measures of the verse contain an ascending D major scale down to A. The beginning of each measure gets one note. VERSE D Dmaj7 Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he Bm Bm7 kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. F#m A Don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five. (Same) Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars and Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face - a funky little boat race. BRIDGE Em The television man is crazy sayin' we're F# Bm juvenile deliquent wrecks. G D Well, man, I need a TV when I've got A T. Rex. Hey, brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude. REFRAIN D Dmaj7 All the young dudes Bm Bm7 Carry the ne-- Am Am7 --ews) Boogaloo dudes F C Carry the ne-- G C A into the next D --ews VERSE Now Lucy's looking sweet, though he dresses like a queen, he can kick like a mule, its a real mean team. We can love, we can love. And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones we never got it off on that revolution stuff. What a drag - too many snags. BRIDGE Well I drunk a lotta wine and I'm feelin' fine - gonna race some cat to bed. Is this concrete all around or is it in my head? Oh, Brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude. REFRAIN All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news From: [email protected] (Dr A.D. Walmsley) Ok, here we go. This is my first post, so deep breaths. This is quite tricky to play in parts. It's based on the 'David Live' version - as I don't have a copy of Mott the Hopple! Have fun. Comments corrections etc, mail me. All the Young Dudes David Bowie A D A/C# Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide Bm D/A How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five, F#m A speed ive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five. D A/C# And Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars, and Bm D/A F#m Freddies got spots from rippin' off the stars from his face A (funky little boat race) Em F#7 Bm The television man is crazy saying were juvenile deliquent wrecks G D A(sus4) A Oh man I need TV when I got T.Rex - A Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad. Chorus D A/C# Bm7 Ah all the young dudes D/A Am carry the news G F boogaloo dudes C/E Bm C A/C# D carry the news A/C# Bm7 All the young dudes D/A Am carry the news G F boogaloo dudes C/E Bm C A/C# carry the news Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen, but he can kick like mule it's a real mean team, but we can love - oh yes we can love. And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, we never got it off on all that revolution stuff what a drag, - too many snags. Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine - got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad. repeat chorus. Posted by A.D. Walmsley 1993 e-mail [email protected]
